Poetry and everything wrong

Made By Him-Page 41

You know what it feels like to try and run away from something

That is a part of you

It is something you find ugly

That why they are called insecurities

It is something that people try and get rid of

There 'imperfection'

I would say it was perfect

But that would be a lie

Because it couldn't be

If it is seen as something imperfect

Then it must be

I have too many imperfections

Like how I have a gap in my teeth

Or how I have a big forehead

Or my stomach rolls

Or the number on the scale

Or my brown hair that is so frizzy

Or my long face

Or my tiny boobs

There is so much more I could name

I say these are my imperfections

But I couldn't imagine myself without it

What would I look like with no gap

No big forehead

No stomach rolls

No big number on the scale

No brown frizzy hair

No long face

And No tiny boobs

I like how I look

Even though I complain about it

I was made from a god

The one and only

He took months to make me as I am today

Every imperfection was made by him

Every perfection was made by him

He made my skin as it is

He took his time sculpting my face

My face, my stomach, my thighs, my body

He took his time choosing what I would look like

So I don't know why I call them imperfections

When He made me